[Part I]

[Verse 1]
Uh, yo, check it motherfucker
Knowing brodie sending shots and I'ma take it motherfucker
Uh, yo, bitch we steppin' motherfucker
I lost track of them zeroes, boy you gon' get it motherfucker
Bitch I'm tryna leave the Earth, uh
Damn my people need me
It's like magic when we roll up in that bitch, it's like Fushigi
That must be a typo, dawg, I caught him slipping like oops
You kill your own career dawg, I'm just tightening the noose, stop playing

[Chorus]
Play stupid games, boy
Win stupid prizes
My gun up in yo face and I'ma rest it where your eye is
Bitch you play stupid games
Boy you win stupid prizеs
You thought it wouldn't come to this, the glicky took your iris

[Verse 2]
Damn!
Bitch I feel like Travis touchdown
Momеnt i drop this shit going i just cop a bust down
I think your plug a fed, homie drug dealing bus now
I don't need a car to beat yo ass dawg I'ma bus down
[Part II]

[Intro]
We are brodcasting o-, we are brodcasting o-, we are brodcasting o-, we are brod- (patty hills)

[Verse]
Put a gun in brodie face and told him "yeah hello"
He think I fuck with him, he steppin' in some problems bro
I put my hand on his shoulder and say "you're prolly broke"
Got his ass green, now he lookin' for a pot of gold
Yeah, huh, we incompatible
I'm smokin' on some loud, dawg, you smokin' on the saddest bowl
I'ma shoot him in the knee, anything to make him fold
Still want beef? Dawg, I'm getting you a salad bowl
Wavin' paper, got 'em mad like I'm a matador
You ain't worst shootin', you got a problem brodie that's the door
Uh, and I ain't subtle with the metaphors
I'm really that bitch and I done already set the score
Big scuff with the motherfuckin' rin cut
Racks getting ugly, man, my wallet a nip tuck
Yeah, huh, boy your time's up
I'ma put my hand up on my hip and tell you what's up

[Part III]

[Intro]
Wow, Peru sure was a beauty
[Refrain]
You, keep fucking up
You, keep fucking up
You, keep fucking up
You, keep fucking up

[Verse]
Brodie pulled a gun on me, I laughed at his tiny dick
So small, that when he shot, dawg I did not acknowledge it
I best be paid for that, y'all check 'cause I been payin' for that
And I need some new pack so don't make me get dangerous
Uh, runnin' and gunnin'
These pussies puttin' up, kinda wanna fight
Shot him in the face, and now he seeing neon white
Uh, yeah, bitch my life is neon white
I'ma smack him in the face and I'ma knock him out of sight
Oh 'cause

[Refrain]
You, keep fucking up
You, keep fucking up
You, keep fucking up
You, keep fucking up

[Part IV]
[Chorus]
Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist
Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist
Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist
'Cause if you got a problem, dawg, I promise I don't care for it
Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist
Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist
Ayy, lil bitch you need a therapist
'Cause if you got a problem, dawg, I promise I don't care for it

[Verse]
Rap game Bob Odenkirk, you pussies all just missed the show
Saul Goodman got over it a bit ago
Yeah, and I know just what you wanna know
How the fuck am I in Canada and I'm still pushing snow?
Ha, yeah I know y'all wouldn't get it dawg
I'm standing on my street so-so-so much I'm getting vertigo
Best fucking rapper and the prettiest too
Now you're wondering how I'm both, and how I'm not you
I get it-

[Outro]
Hey, listen
Hahaha
Yeah, yeah, you know
That was some shit, that was just some songs, you know
That was-
That was some music in-
Hahaha
I-I love
Man, man, you know, like
Shoutout to patty hills, man, uh
Shoutout to Paradise Records, fuck, uh
Crash Blossoms clique, uh
Ur new favorite war criminals, what's up